Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
EpigramsMason A. Freeman, Jr.
The Poet
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And saw the dawn
Singing above the night.
Only the wind is free—
He shapes at will
The sea’s plasticity.
The tulip lifts its bowl
Toward sun and cloud
To ask its daily dole.
Is it a maid I see
With hair unbound,
Or a weeping-willow tree?
The lotus dreams that she
May root in mud,
Yet steal off with the bee.
This image on a ring
Is all that lives
Of what was once a king.
Plum petals fall like tears
Upon a grave
Neglected now for years.
What seek you from the sky?
Long since
The noisy geese flew by.
For years the earth has known
Impending fate
Each time the dead moon shone.